Sunday, June 10, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Whether he looked to one side of the road,
or to the other—over distant landscape,
with its smooth undulations, wind-mills, corn, grass, bean fields, wild-flowers, farm-yards, hayricks, and the spire among the wood—
or upwards in the sunny air, where butterflies were sporting round his head, and birds were pouring out their songs—
or downward, where the shadows of the branches interlaced, and made a trembling carpet on the road—
or onward, where the overhanging trees formed aisles and arches, dim with the softened light that steeped through leaves—
one corner of his eye was ever
on the formal head of Mr Dombey,
addressed towards him, and the feather
in the bonnet, drooping so neglectfully
and scornfully between them;
much as he had seen the haughty eyelids
droop; not least so, when the face
met that now fronting it.
(Dombey & Son, Ch. 27)
or to the other—over distant landscape,
with its smooth undulations, wind-mills, corn, grass, bean fields, wild-flowers, farm-yards, hayricks, and the spire among the wood—
or upwards in the sunny air, where butterflies were sporting round his head, and birds were pouring out their songs—
or downward, where the shadows of the branches interlaced, and made a trembling carpet on the road—
or onward, where the overhanging trees formed aisles and arches, dim with the softened light that steeped through leaves—
one corner of his eye was ever
on the formal head of Mr Dombey,
addressed towards him, and the feather
in the bonnet, drooping so neglectfully
and scornfully between them;
much as he had seen the haughty eyelids
droop; not least so, when the face
met that now fronting it.
(Dombey & Son, Ch. 27)
Friday, June 8, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
"Houses were knocked down; streets broken
through and stopped; deep pits and trenches
dug in the ground; enormous heaps of earth
and clay thrown up; buildings that were
undermined and shaking,
propped by great beams of wood.
Here, a chaos of carts, overthrown and jumbled together,
lay topsy- turvy at the bottom of a steep unnatural hill;
there, confused treasures of iron soaked and rusted
in something that had accidentally become a pond.
Everywhere were bridges that led nowhere;
thoroughfares that were wholly impassable;
Babel towers of chimneys, wanting half their height;
temporary wooden houses and enclosures, in the most unlikely
situations; carcases of ragged tenements, and fragments
of unfinished walls and arches, and piles of scaffolding,
and wildernesses of bricks, and giant forms
of cranes, and tripods straddling above nothing.
There were a hundred thousand shapes and substances
of incompleteness, wildly mingled out of their places, upside down,
burrowing in the earth, aspiring in the air, mouldering
in the water, and unintelligible as any dream.
Hot springs and fiery eruptions, the usual attendants upon
earthquakes, lent their contributions of confusion to the scene.
Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls;
whence, also, the glare and roar of flames came issuing forth;
and mounds of ashes blocked up rights of way,
and wholly changed the law and custom of the neighbourhood."
(Charles Dickens, Dombey & Son)
through and stopped; deep pits and trenches
dug in the ground; enormous heaps of earth
and clay thrown up; buildings that were
undermined and shaking,
propped by great beams of wood.
Here, a chaos of carts, overthrown and jumbled together,
lay topsy- turvy at the bottom of a steep unnatural hill;
there, confused treasures of iron soaked and rusted
in something that had accidentally become a pond.
Everywhere were bridges that led nowhere;
thoroughfares that were wholly impassable;
Babel towers of chimneys, wanting half their height;
temporary wooden houses and enclosures, in the most unlikely
situations; carcases of ragged tenements, and fragments
of unfinished walls and arches, and piles of scaffolding,
and wildernesses of bricks, and giant forms
of cranes, and tripods straddling above nothing.
There were a hundred thousand shapes and substances
of incompleteness, wildly mingled out of their places, upside down,
burrowing in the earth, aspiring in the air, mouldering
in the water, and unintelligible as any dream.
Hot springs and fiery eruptions, the usual attendants upon
earthquakes, lent their contributions of confusion to the scene.
Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls;
whence, also, the glare and roar of flames came issuing forth;
and mounds of ashes blocked up rights of way,
and wholly changed the law and custom of the neighbourhood."
(Charles Dickens, Dombey & Son)
Monday, May 14, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
"...it is true continents are partly made by 'trickling increment'; but what is on the whole truest and most strikes us about them and mountains it that they are made what now we see them by trickling decrements, by detrition, weathering and the like...And at any rate naturally said to be hewn, and to shape, itself, means in old English to hew and the Hebrew bara/ to create, even properly means to hew. But life and living things are not naturally said to be hewn: they grow, and their growth is by trickling increment" -- Gerard M. Hopkins
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Allophonics
poor, obscure, plain,
little---"bare ruind"---
refusing abundance
and reams---
not demure/diffident
but reticent
elliptical partial
curious impermanent
asymmetrical
astringent? no---
fascind.
little---"bare ruind"---
refusing abundance
and reams---
not demure/diffident
but reticent
elliptical partial
curious impermanent
asymmetrical
astringent? no---
fascind.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
A pitched drone
that alloy-plated
bark
laps against
leather-brown
tongues
Their tidings
hold fast
*
To what
does it
all boil
down?
*
To go
it alone
there-
after
I'm afraid
we're all out
of sorts / we
left no stone
untuned
*
Informed I may
have to leave
my relations
are ill
at ease the current's
infirm
at pains
to make / itself clear
that alloy-plated
bark
laps against
leather-brown
tongues
Their tidings
hold fast
*
To what
does it
all boil
down?
*
To go
it alone
there-
after
I'm afraid
we're all out
of sorts / we
left no stone
untuned
*
Informed I may
have to leave
my relations
are ill
at ease the current's
infirm
at pains
to make / itself clear
Thursday, December 15, 2011
A Thinking Thing
But what
is a thinking
thing?
It is a thing
that doubtsunder-
standsconceives
affirmsdenieswills
refuses---
that imagines also
and knows.
-Descartes, Meditations
Monday, December 5, 2011
Thin Puddle
one fingertip’s fraction
deep spilt across polished
concrete glassy
continent pristine
save one single
inland sea / a yellow
fish-shaped
leaf
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Metonymy as an Approach to a Real World
Whether what we sense of this world
is the what of this world only, or the what
of which of several possible worlds
--which what?--something of what we sense
may be true, may be the world, what it is, what we sense.
For the rest, a truce is possible, the tolerance
of travelers, eating foreign foods, trying words
that twist the tongue, to feel that time and place,
not thinking that this is the real world.
Conceded, that all the clocks tell local time;
conceded, that "here" is anywhere we bound
and fill a space; conceded, we make a world:
is something caught there, contained there,
something real, something which we can sense?
Once in a city blocked and filled, I saw
the light lie in the deep chasm of a street,
palpable and blue, as though it had drifted in
from say, the sea, a purity of space.
- William Bronk (1964)
is the what of this world only, or the what
of which of several possible worlds
--which what?--something of what we sense
may be true, may be the world, what it is, what we sense.
For the rest, a truce is possible, the tolerance
of travelers, eating foreign foods, trying words
that twist the tongue, to feel that time and place,
not thinking that this is the real world.
Conceded, that all the clocks tell local time;
conceded, that "here" is anywhere we bound
and fill a space; conceded, we make a world:
is something caught there, contained there,
something real, something which we can sense?
Once in a city blocked and filled, I saw
the light lie in the deep chasm of a street,
palpable and blue, as though it had drifted in
from say, the sea, a purity of space.
- William Bronk (1964)
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Shook Ones
At issue were blankets
of sediment, uplifted---
(our ledger
broke lucky: schist)
In what spirit and to what end
that precisionist fathom, "purged
of anecdotal details"---set off,
we ring out, upend each vendor's
angle, keeping time
...
Strait-laced, we saw you lovies
opt for gray-scale prating
Instead, to have say
to make known or do
To cast together feathery-
delicate valves-n-portals
like,
"the spur.....the spar.....the slur
purls, mutedly"
of sediment, uplifted---
(our ledger
broke lucky: schist)
In what spirit and to what end
that precisionist fathom, "purged
of anecdotal details"---set off,
we ring out, upend each vendor's
angle, keeping time
...
Strait-laced, we saw you lovies
opt for gray-scale prating
Instead, to have say
to make known or do
To cast together feathery-
delicate valves-n-portals
like,
"the spur.....the spar.....the slur
purls, mutedly"
Saturday, July 23, 2011
10 useless résumé words – and 10 eye-catching ones
1. Outstanding
2. Effective
3. Strong
4. Exceptional
5. Good
6. Excellent
7. Driven
8. Motivated
9. Seasoned
10. Energetic
*
1. Created
2. Increased
3. Reduced
4. Improved
5. Developed
6. Researched
7. Accomplished
8. Won
9. On time
10. Under budget
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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